"We will," Angel said, voice growing darker. "We've denied this for years. For once, for now, we won't."

Willow started to protest, then stopped. Angel's lips gently pressed against hers, and she gave into the emotions she had repressed.

Spike smiled, and gently pushed forward the cart holding wine and delicate pieces of fudge. The couple still entwined ignored it, but he knew they would find it later. With a tilt of his head to the demon named Whistler hiding in the far corner of the room, Spike left.

Slipping into his car, he pulled away from the building. Turning on the stereo, he was bombarded by the song that inspired this whole set-up.

**90 miles outside ChicagoCan't stop drivingI don't know whySo many questionsI need an answerTwo years later you're still on my mind **

Angel had spent months, years even, moping over the witch. He had continued to be friends with Buffy, somehow, but over time the soul cursed vampire had realized his true love. And had done nothing about it.

"Bloody poof," Spike muttered, thinking about the wasted time.

**Whatever happened to Amelia EarhartWho holds stars up in the skyIs true love just once in a lifetimeDid the captain of the Titanic cry **

Willow had hidden her feelings for years, dating Oz until they could no longer make their relationship work. Never returning to Xander, she had gone on to date around in college, never serious, never settling down. Spike had watched her silently, as he helped the Scooby gang, knowing she hid something, not knowing what it was.

**Someday we'll knowIf love can move a mountainSomeday we'll knowWhy the sky is blueSomeday we'll knowWhy I wasn't meant for you **

Until one night she had been at his apartment. Not thinking Spike was watching her, Willow had knelt before the painting of Angel that adorned the wall above the fireplace. Tears slid down her cheeks as this song played over the radio, as her eyes slid over the painted face of her lost love. And Spike had sworn to make her happy.

**Does anybody know the way to AtlantisOr what the wind says when she criesI'm speeding by the place that I met youFor the 97th time...tonight**

Whistler had called Spike, complaining about Angel. And asking for his help with a prophecy. That had led to them talking, and finally they had come up with this plan.

Which was apparently successful.

**Someday we'll knowIf love can move a mountainSomeday we'll knowWhy the sky is blueSomeday we'll knowWhy I wasn't meant for you **

Ever since his betrayal by Drusilla, ever since she had taken him back with open arms, then stepped out into the sunlight, he had been sensitive to fated love. Watching Willow, the first to accept him in the group, the first to trust him, suffer, he couldn't stand it. From the beginning he knew he would help her, if only to make amends for his kidnapping of her.

**Someday we'll knowWhy Samson loved DelilahOne day I'll goDancing on the moonSomeday you'll knowThat I was the one for you **

Willow and Angel were perfect for each other. He would worship her the way she deserved to be worshiped. And she could sooth the pain of his guilt. Despite himself, Spike wanted Angel to be happy. If only for old times sake. If only for his old love for his sire.

**I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbowI watched the stars crash in the seaIf I could ask God just one questionWhy aren't you here with me...tonight **

The storm started, rain pounding against his windshield. Spike laughed to himself, knowing that Whistler's Volkswagen Beetle was probably leaking. Even though he no longer hated the other demon, he still enjoyed his misfortune.

Spike gazed through the rain streaked window and sighed. Stopping at a light, he reached to pull his cigarettes from the glove compartment. Two photographs fell out. One of Willow, sitting in the sunlight, gazing at something only she could see, a look of peace and pain on her face. Oz had taken the picture, and Willow had given it to Spike the past Christmas. He gently touched her face, running his thumb across it. Now she would be happy.

The second picture was of his own love. Not Drusilla, even though he did love her. But Gabriel. Her dark hair caught by the moonlight, her blue eyes dancing with humor, Willow had taken the picture a few weeks ago, after Spike had danced Gabriel around and around the patio to his apartment. She had fallen against the railing, her laughter spilling out into the night.

It had been two nights after that she had left. Just disappeared, gone, without a word.

**Someday we'll knowWhy Samson loved DelilahOne day I'll goDancing on the moonSomeday you'll knowThat I was the one for you **

A single tear slid down his chiseled cheek. He brushed it away angrily and took off with a squeal of tires as the light changed. She was gone, and he refused to think about why. Why she had left him. Why she was gone.

Spike pulled to a stop at his apartment and entered it quietly. All the lights were off. Sinking down onto the couch, he strove to push the thought of Gabriel, the demon he loved, out of his mind. Suddenly the room lit up, candles lighting themselves by the same spell he had used earlier. The spell *she* had taught him. He turned and there she was.

Gabriel sank onto the couch next to him, reaching out one hand to stroke his cheek. Spike pulled her close, lowering his lips to hers. Later, they would talk. Later he would explain to her about Willow and Angel. For now, holding her was enough.

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